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xavy rusan - mojo bag lyrics
[intro]
ay, ay
look
ay
[chorus]
kush pack in the backpack (okay)
nap time in the nap sack, uh
smartphone for the dumb bread
cliff full of the bad bad (bad, bad, bad)
bad b_tch in the bed frame (okay)
same one ‘fore the bread came, uh
my set on the next move
no time for the head game
kush pack in the backpack (d_mn right)
nap time in the nap sack (uh_huh)
smartphone for the dumb bread
cliff full of the bad bad (bad, bad, bad)
bad b_tch in the bed frame (okay)
same one ‘fore the bread came (yessir)
my set on the next move (uh_huh)
no time for the head game
[verse 1]
ay, look
i’m a player, you a parody
bad b_tch, two braids like a cherokee
so much that i might need a parody
smoke dope, and i might need therapy
i be flyer than a b_tch, young parakeet
apparently, these n_ggas don’t know who i be
last time i came to the shows, you payed at the door, and i slid in, no id
you ain’t cold like me
know you seen the name in neon
primetime sh_t like deion
n_ggas ain’t peas, they pee ons
hit her in the bed, bad b on
neck on froze, on freon
i ain’t gotta tell her that we on
shawty know she heard of the band and the brand and the type sh_t that we on
f_ck they be on?
got a n_gga leadin’ this sh_t like eons, uh
he a fair, he a windmill
top down on the coast, got a wind chill
by them grill, big fur, n_gga, chinchill’
tell them simmer down, sit down, sit still
switch the flow like kn_bs on a faucet
tell the money dollar, the profit
i’m off of the weak sh_t
prolly off for a week sh_t
with a queen at the crib got it lookin’ like freaknik
my flight ’bout to head from the runway
it’s noon, gettin’ head on a monday
sunbathe on a beach on a sunday
n_gga still gettin’ payed from the one play
pulled up in the whatchacallit
eatin’ on that can’t pr_nounce it
they seen, i ain’t announce it
doin’ numbers like eight accountants
ducked off by the lake and mountains
might make it pound like
[chorus]
kush pack in the backpack, uh
nap time in the nap sack, uh
smartphone for the dumb bread, uh
cliff full of the bad bad, uh (bad, bad, bad)
bad b_tch in the bed frame (okay)
same one ‘fore the bread came, uh
my set on the next move
no time for the head game
kush pack in the backpack (d_mn, right)
nap time in the nap sack (uh_huh)
smartphone for the dumb bread
cliff full of the bad bad (bad, bad, bad)
bad b_tch in the bed frame (okay)
same one ‘fore the bread came (yessir)
my set for the next move (uh_huh)
no time for the head game
[verse 2]
i’mma vibe, i’mma trip, i’mma journey
i’m a dog out the game and the gurney
your b_tch prolly came with the scurvy
she be playin’ more games than a ‘tourney
turn up, turn wheel on the yacht deck
cold, drank halewood then a hot neck
grotesque, protest when i shot wreck
get a nile, give a f_ck who got next
ate good, tall glass of the merlot
pin game, got the cash on turbo
t’d up with the iron like top golf
new whip with the top, he’s chopped off
off work, i came to play
two blunts, tall tanqueray
don’t simp, get payed today
that hate can’t make a stay
out west where the lakers stay
and i’m still up gettin’ to the bread like aisle 3
if it ain’t ’bout that, don’t dial me
put a lil’ ride in your act, baby
do it for your for your bread and your black babies
n_gga, don’t flex, just build muscle
i’m up, i still hustle
ball game like bill russell
rap game on chris wallace
make a n_gga wanna switch wallets
give a f_ck what a b_tch call it
no sh_t for the faint of heart
get rich, n_gga, play your part
five bands, two days apart
this sh_t like anksha heart
and i’m still in the hood like an engine
slide four deep, that division
poppin’ my sh_t for the pinchin’
pretty lil’ freak in the mentions
checkin’ her physique, it dimensions
let a n_gga peep the condit’
[chorus]
kush pack in the backpack, uh
nap time in the nap sack, uh
smartphone for the dumb bread, uh
cliff full of the bad bad, uh (bad, bad, bad)
bad b_tch in the bed frame (okay)
same one ‘fore the bread came, uh
my set on the next move
no time for the head game
kush pack in the backpack (d_mn, right)
nap time in the nap sack (uh_huh)
smartphone for the dumb bread
cliff full of the bad bad (bad, bad, bad)
bad b_tch in the bed frame (okay)
same one ‘fore the bread came (yessir)
my set for the next move (uh_huh)
no time for the head game
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